A picture is worth a thousand words. Or perhaps, a picture begs a thousand questions. Seems quite a few pictures from the 80’s do that. And most of those typically begin with “WTF?”
“WTF is she wearing?”
“WTF was I wearing?”
“WTF did she block out of the bottom corner of that picture?” -.-
(Okay maybe the “WTF” part is just me; if I’d been keeping a swear jar since the 80s’s, I’d have been fabulously wealthy by now).
So I remember exactly where I was when this picture was taken (a friend’s house in Redondo Beach, shortly after my BFF and I moved to SoCal on a complete and utter whim with nothing more than a carload of clothes, a couple hundred bucks, two dogs, the boardgame Sorry and my dad’s Chevron credit card). I didn’t have a care in the world back then (except maybe once my dad received the bill for the aforementioned credit card). I even remember my favorite song at that time, “Lean on Me” by Club Nouveau. And I remember us riding in our friend’s convertible with the top down, and this song came on and I was like “omg I love this song!” (as I’m wont to do when pretty much any song from the 80s comes on).
Sadly, (sadly?) I don’t have any of those clothes from the picture anymore (I did love those boots, though). But I do have a box of some clothes and belts I saved, and I did keep a lot of 80’s me – a fierce bond to 80’s music, my vocabulary (I say ‘like,’ ‘totally,’ ‘oh my God,’ ‘dude’ and ‘awesome’ like, way too much), that slightly-dazed look in my eyes, my you’re-not-the-boss-of-me attitude, my independence, and my secret longing for the revival of banana clips (I’ve been told they can occasionally be found in the Dollar Store and if I ever come across any, I will totally buy and wear them).
You can take the girl out of the 80’s, but you can’t take the 80’s out of the girl.
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